something wicked..
is happening..
something wicked is lurking..
without stopping..
in it's tracks.
something wicked and some pure.
something that has no cure.
make it stop..
make it go away.
make it pause...
it's drifting in foul play..
something true..
and something blue.
something that will ...
scare the wits out of you.
you beter run...
you better hide...
it'll get you even if you had tried..
it's something wicked...
 
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